In 1979, heroin invaded Kenny’s community in Dublin, and the singing stopped. He counted 440 funerals. But he and his wife Sharon were radically changed at the very same moment, and slowly but steadily fresh songs of hope are being sung again, be they by gangsters, drug-dealers, children and more. It’s a stunning account of decades of faithfulness on the same patch, with the ripple effect spreading throughout Dublin and to the nations.